We were up and at it early. I think we had eaten breakfast, broke camp, did a thorough police call on the area and heading towards our exit point by 7:30. Two short portages brought us to the dock on the Cross River. We unloaded the canoe and then hauled the gear and the canoe up to the parking lot. Isaac was beat, so I let him sit on a pile of gear while I walked back to Tuscarora to get our ride. Once we were picked up, we unloaded back at the parking lot, got our go bags together and took much needed showers. We settled up our bill with Sue and then bought some really cool Tuscarora T-shirts commemorating our Big Bull Moose sighting.

This was a very great trip. It was a re-awakening for me of the beauty that God has created for those willing to work hard and seek it. I regrets that I missed out on 27 years of the BWCA and Quetico. For Isaac it was an awakening of a passion that I hope he continues for the rest of his life and that he will eventually share with his family as he grows older. I know we both look forward to more trips together. Hopefully we can get the rest of the family to do this some time in the future.